Officially obsessed with the Gaga. That is all.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
So here, underneath the ground of the greatest city in the world, all the little Manhattanites scurry about. Rushing to and fro, from the 6 to the E, the N to the Q, white headphones dangling from ears, iPhones in hands eager to communicate, hurriedly moving across the free morning newspapers papers scattered on the scummy subway ground. At first glance, it is just a whirlwind of urban dwellers in a tizzy, overwhelming, strange and invigorating at the same time. The oddest part is the day you realize you've grown so accustomed and benevolent towards it after the day in, day out of it for so many city years. That day was today for me. Weird.
Sitting at my desk in my little ad agency world, sometimes i muse. i remember back to the days of college when i could bang out a 7 page paper hopped up on caffeine from endless hours spent lounging in starbucks. i would just sit in my little room at midnight, 1 am, 2, and spit out what, not to appear in any way arrogant here, but what appeared to be a solid paper, ultimately garnering somewhere in the A range. And now, as I bemusedly sit here in my little advertising closet slash office writing what is a fairly obvious, less than a page, straight-forward email to "the client", forced to filter it through 2 parties prior to hitting the little gray send button, i just can't help but giggle.